Misnomer

I lend you a hand  for you to hold  sans hesitation  you kept yours closed

Fighting so as not to be crushed by an unforgiving paradigm of the ultimate reality's ultimatum

Love may be a vulnerability but never a weakness.

How can science explain why dead stars still glow in the darkness of the night? The young moon had set, lying on the bed he gazes at one half of a star-studded sky. So that was all over.Why had he obstinately clung to that dream? So all these years–since when?–he had been seeing the light of dead stars, long extinguished, yet seemingly still in their appointed places in the heavens .Complete remorse as of loss invaded his spirit, a vast homesickness for a forgotten refuge of the heart far away where dimmed pastures bloom once more, and where they live on in eternal freshness, the dear, dead loves of vanished youth.

Maybe it is you. Maybe it is not me. Maybe it is the idea of what we could and could not be.

And until now, you still fucking are the late night thought that eats me in the morning after.

There is always something left here for me to love you. But do forgive me and my tears every time I wrap my arms around you and make you feel the unrequited beat.

Giving up, letting go does not indicate feebleness. It does not mean that you are too weak to endure, to persist. It is only sane to feel too emotionally exhausted. After doing all that is right but still feel wrong, after fighting with all you’ve got but still gain sheer pain and negativity, It is the only sane thing to do. When you are too emotionally scarred after giving it all, go give the self-love you so deserve. It may hurt for a while, but it is love’s bitter-sweet healing pain of freedom.

The next time our eyes meet, Yours would be as mesmerizing as ever, mine, paler. The next time our hands meet, Yours would feel as gentle as ever, mine, colder. The next time our bodies meet, Yours would feel homely as ever, mine, in lack of vigor. Because if destiny won’t allow our souls to meet again, And if to meet you for the last time is a bargain, I will even give up my very life for that.

I hate the way you are always right, I hate the way your eyes look into my soul, It always gives me fright, I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a bit, not even at all.

You are the everything I never knew I always wanted… I'm not quite sure what that means but I guess it has got something to do with the rest of my life!